I'm genuinely not ok. Like seriously, I need help but I don't want to be a burden at the same time. I know everyone is going through there own shit and I feel like I just need to suck it up and deal with it. But I'm getting worse. I don't smile as much as I used to. I rarely laugh. I feel tired all the time. I'm starting to snap at my friends. I'm distancing myself from the people I care about. It's bad. But I just want it to be over. I don't know how much longer I can keep this stupid act up. I want to be there for my friends, and I will always try and be there for them even at there darkest. But at the same time, I feel like they'd be better off without me. I know they have other friends. I know that I'm annoying. Fuck, I don't even fit in with them. I'm not funny. I'm not smart. I'm not pretty. I just want to be gone. Maybe I can finally find some peace if I'm dead. But I can't go because that'd make me selfish. So yea, imma keep relapsing until I finally feel something.